What Student Loan Debt Really Looks Like

When I was 7 years old, I broke my teacher’s favorite coffee mug. Miss DeLong. She never said it was her mug, but her reaction to my faux-pas (the unfortunate and entirely accidental result of playing the hand slap game too close to her desk) suggested as much. I don’t recall the exact mug itself….

The post I never wanted to write.

Story soundtrack: “Vertigo” by Khalid. I’m really not sure where to start… which is a bit of a first for me. My whole life I’ve had this gift for expressing myself through writing. It’s my favorite form of communication. My thoughts flow so much easier onto a page than they do out of my mouth….

My Marriage Doesn’t Match My Expectations (Thank God)

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I never thought that I’d get married so young. Twenty-four is young, right? I never thought I’d have kids before the rest of my friends, or live in Montana, married to a man who hunts our meat. In high school, if someone had described my life to me, I’d probably tell them to…

Duct Tape + Glitter

My husband and I had children 100 percent on purpose. We felt ready, so I figured it would be easy, effortless. But motherhood isn’t necessarily a natural skill; sometimes it’s learned through practice, deep discomfort, and lots (and lots and lots) of failure. I thought motherhood would simply be part of my already existing life;…

Here’s Why You Can’t Blame Your Parents

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]There’s a stigma associated with being an only child. Think about it: what comes to mind when someone says they’re an only? Weird, spoiled, controlling, anti-social, moody – these all, at one time or another, described me. And not without good cause – I’m a f*cking weirdo. I talk to myself constantly, I…

What Love Truly Means

Overnight, it seems, my son has morphed from a tiny, helpless baby boy into an obstinate, stubborn terror.

To Mothers of Daughters

It seems unnatural to feel anything but adoration and awe toward one’s newborn child, and the guilt it produces is soul-crushing.